After Jeanann Verlee

He is not going to save you.

Get up off the bathroom floor.

Take the cigarette out of your mouth.

Eat something when you sit down for dinner.

He is not going to save you.

The boy that danced with you in the street at 3 AM is no longer here.

He is not going to swoop in and tell you you’re beautiful.

The boy that held you when you got scared is gone.

He is the one who kissed your best friend.

The same night he touched you.

And honestly believed it was okay.

Until you found out.

And then he & his existentialism took the first bus out of here.

He is not going to change.

He is not going to save you.

You didn’t get the fairy tale, you hoped.

You got this.

You got betrayal, and heartache, and self-hatred.

Get over it.

He is not going to save you.

For crying out loud, you made out to an episode of the Simpsons, was he really that great?

Do not let him come home to find some sad, pitiful little girl.

Let him come home to the one that got away.

To the one with the bright smile and vicious red lips.

He is not going to save you.

You are going to save yourself.